Pay mortgage. And phone bill. And cable bill. Balance checkbook and weep.
Take out trash.
Things to do in the near future:
Read a novel that I haven't already read (I'm liable to cheat otherwise) that isn't slashy. Or is only incidentally so. In other words, walk into Borders, pull a book I know very little about off the shelf, and read it.
Hang up the blasted clean clothes. Clean the closet. This is not a huge chore, missy. It's not exactly dirty. Clean the office. Straighten the bookshelves. Buy a small filing cabinet and get the record boxes out of the room, finally.
This all on the assumption that cleaning up the parts of the house that a) are easy enough to clean and b) I spend time in, will lead to eventual migration of cleaning energy down to the first floor. Where the bathroom lives.